I don’t know how this is going to turn out as I haven’t written something like this in a while, though you could probably argue that I have and I imagine that you’d be more correct than I. However, I’m trying to work out how I’m going to write what I’m going to write and perhaps doing it in this manner is doing who I’m going to write about a great disservice.

Anyway, there is a person who I’ve plugged here before, and even though they are now mostly, if not completely inactive, I’m going to plug them again. I think they’re a great friend; certainly one of the best I’ve had over the last six years, but more importantly I think they are a great writer.

The person I’m talking about is Stephellaneous and she ran Stephellaneous. There’s the link and I strongly suggest reading what she wrote. Some of it may not be appealing or entertaining, but there was a lot of meaning in her writing.

I’m not sure as to the best way to go about singing her praises. The writing speaks for itself and it speaks clearly. There’s little room for misinterpretation which suited the subject matter(s) quite well. The writing is clear; it’s smooth, it reads well and when there’s narrative it flows like narrative.

What else is there to say, really? That pretty much sums it up nicely. However, I need to keep crapping on and so I will keep crapping on.

The thing is there was a lot of life lived in those writings and it takes a lot to allow certain amounts of personal experience into a public space. There was probably a lot that Stephellaneous held back and I’m not going to comment on that as it’s not my place. What I can say is that she knew how to write how she wrote.

I think I said that already.

She knew what she was comfortable baring and she wrote it in a way that held attention. It was and remains good writing and there’s a lot that can be learned from how that writing reads.

Stephellaneous is still in my life and for that I am thankful. I have a great friend, of which are few in life and should always be treasured. However, I do wish she would return to writing.

She has said she doesn’t have anything left to say, but I feel that she can always say a lot more. There’s a lot she hasn’t said and there’s a lot she can still say. As a friend I want to see her keep on creating. As a fan I want to see her keep on writing and so I often hassle her about it, even though I probably shouldn’t.

Stephellaneous is a really creative person and should create more, but she’d rather ride her chicken and marmoset-powered rocket ship throughout the cosmos rescuing innocents from the ironclad grasp of tyranny. Sure, this is a noble cause and sometimes it involves moving the clouds so that they can bring peace and prosperity to the planets whilst the caribou grows on the sweat of the brow of  those that are tormented by the sun’s unholy abyss. Sometimes it involves watching the plants grow as the rocks grow old and talk of the experience that they cannot share. However, there is little denying that if the fish truly are to leap through the water and back into the water in order to put on a display that we cannot understand as we are not fish and we do not know the minds of fish and their many fucking secrets that they refuse to share, then the tears of blood shall be shed as the gaping maw swallows that which is not to be due to its contradiction to the very act of living.

So anyway, I just wanted to write about Stephellaneous and her writing. I cherish her friendship and I think she’s a good writer.